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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Fuck

"Fuck" ,she cried in pain. 
Looked up at the cliff. She knew
she'd never be found. 

"Fuck!" She pushed again. 
She heard the baby's first cry, 
knew it was worth it. 

"Fuck" he shouted. 
I told you 'Don't touch my guns'. 
Smiling, she shot him. 
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